Page 45 of Undeniable You

Oh.

Before I could consider her words, she had reached for my face and brought it back, being the one to initiate this time.

Now I was the one who was stunned.

A little whimper echoed in my throat as Larison kissed me. And shekissedme. Little kisses, deep kisses, devastating kisses. She’d change it up, giving me these intense, slow licks and then pull back so much that our mouths were barely touching before sucking on my bottom lip and completely scrambling my brain.

This woman was trying to kill me with kissing, and she was doing a masterful job.

If I’d had any hope or plan about how kissing her would go, she’d erased it, along with all of my other thoughts. I couldn’t even hear anything except the pounding of my heart in my ears.

One moment her mouth was dominating me and the next her eyes were staring into mine and she was giving me the kind of smile that made me think illicit thoughts.

“Oh, Josephine,” she said, her voice not sounding very steady. She rested her forehead on mine for a second and let out a breathy laugh.

Her hand stroked the back of my neck and I discovered that I’d grabbed onto her waist and was holding on for dear life. I relaxed my death grip on her but didn’t fully let go because I didn’t want to. Larison had the kind of soft belly and curves that I wanted to lick and bite and worship for hours. The kind of body I wanted to hold and take a nap on, but also have on top of me and crush me into the mattress.

I exhaled, my entire body trembling and oversensitive and on fire.

“What happens now?” I asked.

Larison licked her lips and I forgot what I’d just said.

“I’m not exactly sure. But I think I need to kiss you again. Don’t you think?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice so loud that she laughed. “I mean, yes.” This time I whispered it.

“You’re so cute.” Larison said, and I smiled so big it made my cheeks hurt.

“Am I?” I wanted to be cute. I wanted to be cute and adorable and irresistible. I also wanted to be sexy and hot and arousing. I could be both, right?

“Yeah, you are,” she said, tucking some hair behind my ear. It was down because I hadn’t really put much effort into myappearance today. All I wore was a pair of ratty old shorts and an oversize T-shirt from my undergrad university that had been washed so many times it was almost falling apart.

Larison, on the other hand, looked incredible. She wore wide-leg pants with a leaf pattern on them and a light blue ribbed T-shirt that showed off her body and made my mouth water. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her makeup was light.

“Kiss me. Please,” I said, sounding whiny but not caring. I’d get down on my knees and beg if she wanted me to. I mean, I’d get down on my knees for any reason for her. Happily. I would do absolutely anything for this woman.

Larison grinned before capturing my mouth again, making me dizzy as she devoured me. Things got messy and desperate fast, and I couldn’t help the little noises I made as Larison pressed against me, walking us backward until we hit a wall. Her fingers dug into my scalp as her other hand stroked up and down my side lazily. At odds with the way she was attacking my mouth. I kissed her back with as much enthusiasm, but there was no question as to who was dominating, and I was happy to let her.

This time when we pulled apart, we were both gasping. Larison held onto me, and I could feel how much she was shaking, which was satisfying. I wasn’t the only one who was completely wrecked.

“God, I want you so fucking much,” she said, startling me. Larison almost never swore, so the fact that she had said fuck made me feel pretty damn good.

“I thought I was going to pass out when I saw you in the café. I’ve never met someone I’ve felt that way about so fast,” I admitted.

Larison licked her bottom lip. “I know exactly what you mean.”

She pulled back just a tiny bit and I wanted to follow her. Where was she going.

“We should… We should hit the pause button for a second.” Her words hit me like a speeding train.

“Oh. Yeah.” I sounded like a petulant toddler deprived of cookies.

“God, don’t pout like that. It makes me want to kiss you again,” she said, and my eyes went wide with surprise. Larison saying things like that to me was new and incredible. I wanted to hear more. I needed to know how much she wanted me.

I exaggerated my pout even more and looked up at her through my eyelashes, making her laugh.

“Brat.”